A while ago, the first weeks of January, we had a bunch of MBA students from American University stay in the hotel. It was awesome. Honestly. I needed to see people that were at least familiar with my own land…it made me suffer a little less. At the time I barely had any free time to see my friends here and I felt somewhat lonely, but this definitely brightened up my spirits. Anyway, they made me notice something generally about people…people throughout the entire world. Today, my grandmother made me realize the same thing. Changes in “looks” and “class” can go a long way.
There have been mmaannyy epidemiological, psychological, and socioeconomic studies on these concepts. People that are considered more “attractive” and people of “higher classes” succeed more in, basically, every aspect of life. There is a point one may reach—the people of the “extreme” higher class for example—in which “quality of life” does not seem as high as someone in the “somewhat” higher class, but they still rank higher than those in the “lower class.” Anyway, a person’s looks and a person’s class can affect the outcome of their life.
I mention these kids because, well, one night they were coming back from enjoying a night on the town and I was working the night shift. We were talking about a whole number of things, my history, their history, how they were enjoying their time in Mendoza. One of the girls asked “are you married? I’m sure you’re married to someone really important here…you’re really pretty.” (I will just reiterate she was slightly intoxicated…she was not seeing very well.) Later on, they were talking about their tour guide and how none of them really liked paying attention to him…and one of the guys said it was because he was “really ugly.” Intoxication is where one lets it allllllllll out. Anyway, I realized after this interaction that “looks” was a lot more important than I had once believed. Obviously, it is usually unsaid in the US, but here they make it blatantly obvious when they require a picture of you on your resume.
Yesterday, my grandmother was complaining, again, about a friend of the family that has always been of “lower class” and it does not matter who she marries but she will always act of “lower class.” I am sorry, but a class does not make one who he or she is. Neither does “looks.” A person makes his or herself who they are ON THEIR OWN. With their own experiences, with their own education, with their own family background, with the talents and the natural things that God or fate or whatever has given them. Yes, maybe the studies show that it is generally one way. However, one can make what they want out of life and if one is not “good-looking,” or of “high-class,” they can “make up” for it or excel in other aspects—personality, kindness, jokes, dedication, responsibility, drive, etc.—and succeed in ways more valuable than what one has been lucky to have.
I am sorry to rant about this…but it is something that has been bothering me for a while. Just because I look a certain way does not mean I am going to marry the next president of the United States. In fact, I will marry who is right for me. Just because the Vendimia Queen is of a certain class does not mean she was chosen for that reason. In fact, she was chosen because she is studious and hard-working in almost every aspect of her life. I wish we could all be a little less superficial and a little more focused on the values one may have of life.
K bye.
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